those who have seen the needles eye, now tread like a husk, from which all that was, now has fled.
and the masks, that the monsters wear to feed, upon their prey.
wandering stars, for whom it is reserved the blackness of darkness forever.
The Bacchante by Jean-Leon Gerome
Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.